Mother Night Page #3

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pauses, emphases...

coughs, stumbles, | throat-clearings.

"Now let me ask you this:

Do you know of | a single Jewish family...

that has ever received | a telegram from Washington...

that begins...

'The secretary of war | expresses his deep regret...

that your son was killed | in defense of his country'?

Of course not.

No Jewish family would ever | receive such a telegram...

thanks to a personal guarantee | from the American dictator...

Franklin Delano Rosenfeld. "

It was in this manner that I broadcast | coded information out of Germany.

I don't know to this day | what information went out through me.

"Why do you take arms | against your German brothers?

You know that Germany's objectives | are the same as your own.

You must understand | that theJews...

can only thrive in a nation | which lives in slavery.

So, my brothers...

lay down your arms.

By fighting this war, you'll only | fortify the bank accounts...

of your political leaders | who blindly serve theirJewish masters.

This has been | Howard W. Campbell, Jr...

the last free American.

Thank you for listening. | Heil Hitler. "

You are a murderer.

You are a coward.

You are all cowards!

You are murdering children!

You should rot in hell!

Damn you!

Howard just | instinctively understands...

the German ideal | of right and wrong...

the certain triumph | of good over evil...

and the redemptive power of romance.

Just promise me one thing:

You will not leave | the propaganda ministry...

and return | to playwrighting full-time.

Little chance of that, | Herr Goebbels.

I've always found it ironic | that the man...

who so eloquently communicates | our ideals to the masses...

should be born in America.

Well, it's not so ironic.

I consider myself a spiritual native | of my adopted fatherland.

Something i've always wondered, | Herr Campbell:

Do you ever miss America?

Sometimes. Of course I do.

But I could never be happy | with the Jews in charge of everything.

Jews. The Jews will be | taken care of in due time.

Our friend Hoess here is seeing to it | at a resort he's running in Auschwitz.

My wife and I live | for that day.

Is there a chance we might | meet Mrs. Campbell?

Yes. Of course, Herr Hoess.

I'll ask Helga to join us, | if you'll excuse me.

If that woman walked off a cliff, | I swear, Howard would follow her.

Time passed.

I never told my Helga | I was a spy.

To tell her would only | put her in danger...

and make her live | in constant fear.

So I hid my true self | from her...

knowing that politics had no place | in our nation of two.

I suppose the moral here is:

You must be careful | what you pretend to be...

because in the end | you are what you pretend to be.

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